Basically, I took the picture, the third bonus, and just kind of...ran away with it. Sorry OP. I was originally going to post this in 2 parts- pre-smut and smut- but it was short enough that it just ended up being a oneshot. The second half of this is better, I swear.
Also, OP never answered the whole UKUS vs USUK thing before it maxed out, so I just went with what you wrote in the subject line. Also, I like England topping. XD
This is the first real fanfic I've ever finished, much less posted, so if you see any mistakes or have any concrit, kindly point them out please!Japan crept through the bushes, moving carefully to avoid making any noise. To make noise was to get caught, which would be a dim move in and of itself, but to get caught spying while in the midst of a war, well- that would be the height of foolishness
( ... )
A Test of Strength [2/5]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:06:19 UTC
Japan's attention returned to the scene in front of him when he heard America speak.
"223, 224, 225..." England's eyes weren't quite half-lidded, but his face definitely bespoke boredom.
"How long has it been?"
England checked his watch. "Less than 5 minutes."
America scrunched his face in annoyance. "This is getting really boring."
"I agree."
"I wanna stop."
"Getting tired?"
"No, I'm bored. I wanna do something else." Japan blinked rapidly. Was his English failing him, or did he imagine the suggestiveness America had given that last word? The images that flashed through his mind brought back the warm feeling, and a flush was spreading out from his neck.
"Hn. Tell you what. Get to 500 and I'll give you a special reward, how's that?"
“ Hm." Up, down, up, down, up, down. "How many am I am at now?"
"272, 273, 274-"
"They should be more than happy with 500." 500? Japan's eyes nearly left their sockets
( ... )
A Test of Strength [3/5]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:10:40 UTC
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Inside the room, America collapsed with a whump as "500" left England's lips. England leaned over the other, a smirk playing around his lips. "Tired, are you
( ... )
A Test of Strength [4/6]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:15:12 UTC
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Japan had no idea what possessed him to stay on the branch as long as he had when they were clearly finished inside. Perhaps it was the sight of those long, pale fingers buried in golden hair, or maybe he was still in shock from witnessing 500 amazing push-ups. There had been a period of time when he could have easily left, when things were still innocent and he could have left.
Now? Now he couldn't possibly move, despite every honorable instinct inside him screaming to leave and to give the lovers their privacy. The warm feeling had erupted into a melting hot mess inside, and he simply could not deny his curiosity (perverseness, be honest, you are a pervert). How would Western conjugal relations differ from those of the East
( ... )
A Test of Strength [5/6]
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:18:15 UTC
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"Naaarrrrggghhhh," America moaned as England sucked hard on the skin next to his nipple. His fingers were loosely tangled in blonde locks as its owner licked and sucked his way down towards there. America nearly stopped breathing as England's breath ghosted over his cock, but no envelopment was forthcoming. He was about to start whining (his specialty, England would say, but England was grumpy, so he didn't count) when a finger began circling gently, and the thought of pain cleared his mind enough for words to be semi-coherent.
"Wait, wait-" America gasped. "D'you have anything-"
He wished he hadn't said anything, because he lost all the warmth of their contact as England glanced at him and went to rummage in his jacket that America now regretted throwing so far away. He propped himself up on his elbows as England came back holding a small round container in his hand. "Is that- is that Vaseline?"
"Petroleum jelly, yes," England said as he popped the lid off and swiped a finger inside.
A Test of Strength [6/6] + notes
anonymous
April 26 2010, 07:25:48 UTC
America's arms circled his back, and only as he broke the connections was England aware that they'd still been holding hands. They laid there for a bit, simply enjoying the feel of other's bodies in the afterglow. A noise outside brought England back to reality, that they were laying on a dingy, sweat-soaked mat, they were in the middle of a war, and the other Allies could easily walk in on them at any moment, never mind that they were all supposed to be busy right then. He considered his words carefully, as America liked for cuddle for as long as possible (as he'd recently learned, much to his everlasting delight). England gave him a quick buss as America nuzzled his face
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WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. Oh god, I don't care what you want, I'll draw it. No seriously, I never thought this would be filled, I usually just surf the fill index.
Amazing, you're amazing. Now I'm going to go read it and give you a better more intelligent response.
Re: A Test of Strength [6/6] + notes
anonymous
April 27 2010, 02:39:46 UTC
Whoa, this is totally hot, authanon. I think I have a think for UKUS -- or just America bottoming, as I find FrUs ridiculously hot as well. My country tis of thee, take it up the ass under a tree indeed.
[Part 10] Push-ups, WW2
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Basically, I took the picture, the third bonus, and just kind of...ran away with it. Sorry OP. I was originally going to post this in 2 parts- pre-smut and smut- but it was short enough that it just ended up being a oneshot. The second half of this is better, I swear.
Also, OP never answered the whole UKUS vs USUK thing before it maxed out, so I just went with what you wrote in the subject line. Also, I like England topping. XD
This is the first real fanfic I've ever finished, much less posted, so if you see any mistakes or have any concrit, kindly point them out please!Japan crept through the bushes, moving carefully to avoid making any noise. To make noise was to get caught, which would be a dim move in and of itself, but to get caught spying while in the midst of a war, well- that would be the height of foolishness ( ... )
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"223, 224, 225..." England's eyes weren't quite half-lidded, but his face definitely bespoke boredom.
"How long has it been?"
England checked his watch. "Less than 5 minutes."
America scrunched his face in annoyance. "This is getting really boring."
"I agree."
"I wanna stop."
"Getting tired?"
"No, I'm bored. I wanna do something else." Japan blinked rapidly. Was his English failing him, or did he imagine the suggestiveness America had given that last word? The images that flashed through his mind brought back the warm feeling, and a flush was spreading out from his neck.
"Hn. Tell you what. Get to 500 and I'll give you a special reward, how's that?"
“ Hm." Up, down, up, down, up, down. "How many am I am at now?"
"272, 273, 274-"
"They should be more than happy with 500." 500? Japan's eyes nearly left their sockets ( ... )
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Inside the room, America collapsed with a whump as "500" left England's lips. England leaned over the other, a smirk playing around his lips. "Tired, are you ( ... )
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Japan had no idea what possessed him to stay on the branch as long as he had when they were clearly finished inside. Perhaps it was the sight of those long, pale fingers buried in golden hair, or maybe he was still in shock from witnessing 500 amazing push-ups. There had been a period of time when he could have easily left, when things were still innocent and he could have left.
Now? Now he couldn't possibly move, despite every honorable instinct inside him screaming to leave and to give the lovers their privacy. The warm feeling had erupted into a melting hot mess inside, and he simply could not deny his curiosity (perverseness, be honest, you are a pervert). How would Western conjugal relations differ from those of the East ( ... )
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"Naaarrrrggghhhh," America moaned as England sucked hard on the skin next to his nipple. His fingers were loosely tangled in blonde locks as its owner licked and sucked his way down towards there. America nearly stopped breathing as England's breath ghosted over his cock, but no envelopment was forthcoming. He was about to start whining (his specialty, England would say, but England was grumpy, so he didn't count) when a finger began circling gently, and the thought of pain cleared his mind enough for words to be semi-coherent.
"Wait, wait-" America gasped. "D'you have anything-"
He wished he hadn't said anything, because he lost all the warmth of their contact as England glanced at him and went to rummage in his jacket that America now regretted throwing so far away. He propped himself up on his elbows as England came back holding a small round container in his hand. "Is that- is that Vaseline?"
"Petroleum jelly, yes," England said as he popped the lid off and swiped a finger inside.
"From the- ah- from the kits ( ... )
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Amazing, you're amazing. Now I'm going to go read it and give you a better more intelligent response.
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So this artfag will draw something for it tomorrow and post it in this thread.
I really liked the idea of the metronome pace, and how posh England feels in the whole story. Seriously, thank you so much writernon.
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God that was... wow, insanely hot. I don't know, just... wow. I love seme!UK and uke!US so this made it even better.
But the way you described all the pushups... Man, Alfred your strength is hot. I loved all of this!
I am getting rambly. I'll shut up now.
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Oh. And. Dogtags. *drool*
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